Next morning our casa owner is all concerned about the blood on the stairs. I apologize and explain what had happened. We have a hearty breakfast, get packed and stop by for a few "under the counter" Cuban cigars for HD. I remain with the car in a little park while HD and his new found cigar purveyor go for a little walk. Now, while he is gone, a cop is walking around the sidewalk next to our car checking it out. He is spying me sitting in the park and he is keeping a close eye on what is transpiring here. Very suspicious I guess. He finally leaves but reappears in about 5 minutes to see me still sitting there. Just what I need. Busted for illegal cigars in cuba. (you are only allowed two boxes without a receipt from a state store). The cop leaves again and HD comes around the corner with a bag full of cigars. I tell him we need to leave fast before the cop returns and off to the airport we go.

So HD-What can you add to this wonderful day?